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Oct 2019
By: ibn Herbert

Judging by his nomenclature
He’s a heretic by nature
But that doesn’t make him hate cha
He’d be more apt to debate ya
About matters of the spirit
When he gathers you to hear it
Whenever that’s the case
At his Sunday morning worship space

And what you have to understand
About his traveling caravan
Is they have no clergyman
Passing out the collection pan
No, what you see is what you get
And you’d get caught up I bet
It’s an experience you won’t forget
Though you eyes well might get we

It’s quite an unusual sight
And just to give you a highlight
Your spirit gets lifted to the heights
As you join his acolytes
And I swear you’ll be amazed
At the variety of ways
That the whole thing interplays
When you learn how Jesus saves

For some it’s a transformation
When they’re open or they’re patient
And their salvation is nascent
Cuz they once were just complacent
For him it’s a spiritual affirmation
And a decadence ablation
That must be shared with the nation
So he’s manned his battle station





                Ibn Herbert Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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